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Jan 2018
His hands,
pressed down on my shoulders.
using the force of "manhood"
to bring me to my knees
I won't
I can't
But, I must.

If not,
anger will swell in his eyes
disappointment will greet him
I won't
I can't
But, I must.

Just for him, only once
but once became twice,
and twice became
every ******* time.
J.M
Jillian McLean
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